[This Fishy Old Man's journal name has never been more appropriate, because he sure is pretty fishy smelling right now. Once his eyes adjust to the gloom enough for him to see where they've been dumped, he whines.]
Oh, come on...!
[Despite the griping, he's likewise looking around for an exit, but he's not about to go wandering off when it's not clear how safe this room is. Then he hears Adelina, and turns toward her.]
Yeah, no arguments here. Everyone okay? And does someone have a light?
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Oh, come on...!
[Despite the griping, he's likewise looking around for an exit, but he's not about to go wandering off when it's not clear how safe this room is. Then he hears Adelina, and turns toward her.]
Yeah, no arguments here. Everyone okay? And does someone have a light?